Last night I had a nightmare. I dreamed that my kitten, Sabrina, originally belonged to somebody else and they came to claim her. Now, this is in no way possible because Sabrina is a rescue and I’ve had here for almost a month and unless someone owned her in utero (catero?) she is mine.
This is the second nightmare I have had in recent memory. Upon waking I thought, “I want my mother.” That gave me pause because I am forty-nine years old and because it made me think that the living nightmare that the refugee children are facing. I’m sure they all want their moms, too.
Let that issue put an icy finger of angina on your soul as I move on to the next thing.
Rodolfo Rodriguez was assaulted with a concrete brick as he walked down the street on his way to a park near Los Angeles. Because I can’t even you can check it out here.
The pictures of this poor man make me think of my grandfathers, but Senor Rodriguez looks quite a bit like my great grandfather, Refugio Aguilar.
Refugio Aguilar was a full-blood Tarascan Indian from Mexico. He worked as a switchman for the railroad and once walked from North Fort Worth to Oklahoma for a job. He was married to Isaura Rodriguez. He was her second husband. We (my family) don’t really know what happened to her first husband because he was seperated from her and her children at the border. (Ringing a bell with anyone out there?) My generation doesn’t know much about this because no one will talk about it. There is one living child, my great aunt Katie, who might know something about it, but as far as I know, she won’t talk about it. That happened three generations ago and my family is still facing emotional trauma over immigration issues.
In case you have room for another icy finger of angina, (I’m doing a kind of three finger monkey’s paw thing for those of you playing the home game.) here’s another bit of maddening immigration news.
The Mom just started her new job as DRE (Director of Religious Education) at Our Lady of Guadalupe Church. This parish is about 85% Hispanic. One of the priests is from Mexico. He has a Green Card. He is a priest. He is in the US to serve the Catholic Community of North Fort Worth. He is not here to open up an arms dealership or anything sketchy.
The Mom told me that ICE and Homeland Security pay regular visits To The Church to hassle the Priest about his paperwork.
Apparently the sanctuary thing doesn’t apply to priests.
This situation is giving The Mom nightmares
I can remember a time when it was okay to go to church or walk around and be Mexican at the same time.
Maybe THAT was all a dream.